hymnal 144
1 Jesus shed his blood for me, bore, for our salvation
on his cross, the agony of a lost creation.
Jesus, Lord, Jesus, Lord, for my sins they slew thee.
Now by thy dear blood restored, draw the sinner to thee.
2 For what crime should he be killed, for his killers praying?
Mad, that mindless mob has willed their Messiah's slaying.
Jesus, Lord, Jesus, Lord, for my sins they slew thee.
Now by thy dear blood restored, draw the sinner to thee.
3 None there lives who does not know sin, bloodied as crimson;
but the cross makes white as snow all in Christ's dominion.
Jesus, Lord, Jesus, Lord, for my sins they slew thee.
Now by thy dear blood restored, draw the sinner to thee.
4 Jesus, oh so fair art thou! My good friend, my Savior,
thy grace, only, save me now, and from hell forever.
Jesus, Lord, Jesus, Lord, for my sins they slew thee.
Now by thy dear blood restored, draw the sinner to thee.